Sad Poem Contest

Okay so this is how it goes. You can write any poem as long as it is sad. It has to be origanal and it has to be in by December 31st. The winners will be posted here on January 1st. I will check this everyday and there will be three winners.

1st place- 10 comments/rates and auther add to fav's
2nd place- 5 comments/rates and poem added to fav's
3rd place- 3 comments/rates

It also has to be more then 8 lines long. Also could you please make it rhyme. That's pretty much it. Make sure you post it on here. Other wise it won't get added to the contest. thanks and good luck! ~KM~

Ok i will try it

My Heart Blinds My Eyes

I realize nothing's capatalized, but i like it that way. don't critize because of the structure; actually read it.

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I don't even care about the cold
just sitting, smoking a cigarette,
knowing the world is much more a better place than it's people.
more beautiful; it can harm you, kill you even, but it never means to and always apologizes later.
it comforts me; wraps me in a black blanket of stars
and pushes me to reasoning.

lost? i'd never have known the defination if it wasn't for love.
but we all grow older, wiser, and learn that falling is just tripping
and everyone always catches themselves when they trip.
you just have to be strong, live, and breathe with the want to survive.

i've come to believe - what are those wise words i once uttered?
they're lost to me now, but i know and believe a lot.
you just have to learn
to lock it in a box, that no one will be able to penetrate.
build walls to sour the sweetness you once had - it's called apethetic;
the innonsense we all had at birth; no one is born innocent, for living is our sin.

i go back and forth,
believing each and everyone is a friend, a companion to hold on to.
but in the end, are they really there?
so everyone says, but what happens when the entire world crumples beneath our feet
and we trip - not fall, for we are the strong that never fall - and the ones believed to be there
are still in their own world, saying little things to try to make you think they care, but really, you know they're too busy.
or don't even mean it.

what then, is this world coming to? a bit of irony, i'd say.
each of us is lost in ourselves and we can't save each other.
i, personally, want the innocense of child hood flapping my wings;
i want to remember the pain of falling on my knees, not from an emotional breakdown,
but from the fact that i tripped over my own shoes.

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i've grown so much with the instince that i'm stronger than i've ever been.
and you can believe that, or you can shrug and say i'm not over you,
but boy, you're locked away, nice and tightly, in a box i promise never to open.
the point is, however, that i think a breaking point is beyond what could ever happen;
they won't see me break (like they so very much want me to).

i've also come to realize, we often mistake failure for a weakness of the heart.
it's always about love, isn't it? the way we set ourselves up for a failure we can't handle.
and we promise ourselves, we're not scared of death, because there's no reason to be terrified.
yet, how unfair life is, that we battle for everything our will desires, and in the end, evitably, we register as dead.
yet again, how the world is an ironic place.

hm, i suppose some of this may not make sense, but in my mind, i understand it all.
it's not all about him, nor is most of it;
it's just another failure of the heart we have to learn to accept.
i've learned to accept it, but when the good times go bad for no reason, what is there to except?
"it can only go up from here, once you've hit rock bottom," they whisper in my ear at night.
but, is it true? or, could we possibly dig ourselves deeper into the concrete, smashing our head to a bloodened plup.

we question these things, but we never get the answers deserved.

such friends; one day, you know their there
the next
there gone, like the snow melting during spring.
it's sad, the way you bounce back and forth between "best friends"
never knowing...
who's always going to be there.

i'm in a rock and a hard place, as they would
trusting no one but myself,
and barely even that.
i mean, who am i to tell myself what to do? my heart blinds my eyes.

xTheEcastasyofSuicidex

She's alone

She tries to make people happy. She tries to make her friends like her, make others like her. She takes there books from class to class. She even lets them brow her homework when they ask. She walks down the halls all alone, no one ever talks to her, she wants to go home. She tries to make the teacher like her but they never do look, She always has her favorite book. She sit with her friends at lunch but she sits at the end and they don't talk to her much. She gets to her favorite class, its theater. She tries to make friend but they seem to be mean to her. She get on the bus and tries to find a seat in the back of the bus but people tell her to move just because they wanted there friends to sit there and that she is not Worthy
. She goes home and all she really talks to are walls. She tries to call her friends but they never call. Can her lif ever get better then this. She cries her self to sleep and dream of a world were people like her and she has friends that love her.

Yes it can. wow amazingpoems so far. keep it up.

The Sky Is Falling

by NyellMoonlight

I couldn't fight the feeling that the sky is falling-
aqueous emotions were dusty, neglected,
and the spider webs vaporized under the arctic lust;
now that's over; blindfolded, disorientated,
I can't say if this is what I wanted.
I cling to the words that melt, gliding down the poisonous lips.

Maybe I wanted... maybe I wanted other clouds,
accustomed to occasional drowning in pools of pain and contempt;
sighs will mask open wounds.

I couldn't fight the feeling that the sky is falling-
worlds built overnight were lulled within lagoons of oblivion;
I hid the heartbeat in pockets of ragged pleasures,
afraid to admit... admit to myself that every step is new dungeon-
untold fireworks of sentiments burn frozen bridges.
I cling to the words that melt, gliding down the poisonous lips.

Great job everyone. keep up the fantastic work!!!

Doesn't rhyme, so I guess I'm wasting my time, but some people find free verse easier to read? Eh oh well.

Once More

Covered in rain, hail and shine;
Holding hands skipping on the cracks in cement.
Dirty streets with pure intentions?
Who is in a position to answer our calls?

Widened eyes are the answer
Disconnect.

These revelations are behind cold doors,
The things I used to say must have tempted you
To put your grip of fire on them.
Open. Warm.
Connect.

You taught me, harsh as the blades on industrial fans:
Tread gently on unsteady sand. Or not go there at all.
Locked myself inside my comfort zone,
It doesn't feel as safe as it should.
Needs more words, written about you.
All the time they are there,
Inked, they play like a tattoo;
But I cut them out of my mind.

What better time than now to
Disconnect.

Wait! You and tattoo rhyme ;)

God Sent An Angel

When I first came through your door,
I saw you smiling and standing there.
You gave me comfort, love, and more,
You were God's angel, so sweet and fair.

Your hope helped you follow all of your dreams,
And be the best you could possibly be.
To me it had always seemed,
That you were always there for me.

Your heartfelt ways of spreading God's love,
Went through the hearts of all others.
I knew you were sent from heaven above,
To act as our loving Mother.

You were there to help heart's mend,
To bring peace to all creation.
Then your time came to an end,
And you forever left our nation.

You and I had a special bond,
And I knew we would never part.
I know you're not forever gone,
You are still in my heart.

Dedicated to my loving grandma who passed away recently.

Xx Roses Are Dead xX

Violets are blue and roses are red
But what do you do when the flowers are dead?
Deep ruby petals turned to filemot
Viridian leaves have all started to rot

Light coral pinks and dark cornflower blues
Dark olive greens and some pale honeydews
All of them wilted, misplacing their shine
Losing the battle and race against time

They wither and fall, drifting to the floor
The beautiful colours are now nevermore
Floating to the ground in a pile so neat
The signal the end of a life pure and sweet

*Gem*
Copyright©GemmaStott2007

Great job everyone. Keep posting. The results will be posted on the 1st.

Falling From Grace

These little boys and little girls
Stone cold hearts and bitter worlds
No where to turn but in wards
They make believe in other words

Vanish all that cause their pain
Friends who are imaginary
In their world there's only gain
But they know it's all fake

The real worlds forgotten them
Bloody fist fights between moms and dads
But they hope it's not all bad
They fall down but they're not dead

(Chorus)
They're falling from grace
Until they numb they're pain
They're falling from grace
No ones arms to embrace
They're falling from grace
Supports are breaking away
They're falling from grace
This air has no trace
Of them

These business men who rule the world
Stone cold hearts and harsh words
Forgotten how to turn in wards
They're childhood is not a curse

As little kids they did not wish
To rule the world with an iron fist
They just somehow turned out like this
A wrong turn here lead to bitterness

Now they've left their childhood
Forgotten all they could
Forgotten where they stood
The line that was drawn and the side they took

(Chorus)
They're falling from grace
Until they numb they're pain
They're falling from grace
No ones arms to embrace
They're falling from grace
Supports are breaking away
They're falling from grace
This air has no trace
Of them

No!
Leave those kids alone!
They can think on their own!
No!
Leave those kids alone!
They can breathe on their own!

(Chorus)
They're falling from grace
Until they numb they're pain
They're falling from grace
No ones arms to embrace
They're falling from grace
Supports are breaking away
They're falling from grace
This air has no trace
Of them

(RKD)

Amazing. every keep it up.

Anti Me

My son took his first steps today
As I watched; sitting in the chair
My wife clapped and sang him a song
But I could not force myself to care.

My daughter started kindergarten today
With her new dress and curly brown hair
My wife walked her to the bus stop
But I could not force myself to care.

Lying in our bed next to you
As you give me that come-and-get-me glare
You are in the mood for some loving
But I could not force myself to care.

I live in a brand new house
The street is quite with tons of fresh air
I have nothing in my life to complain about
But I cannot force myself to care.

I am college educated with a good career
Love and money is no affair
But I still feel like my life is empty
Because I cannot force myself to care.

Curled up on the couch again
With tears gently flooding my eyes
Grasping my belly in the fetal position
Waiting for my welcomed demise.

I don't expect people to understand me
I am more confused than you
I can't force myself out of bed some days
I honestly don't know what to do.

I'm sorry that I feel this way
Just live your life and let me be
Depression is not a choice I made
Depression is a curse that found me.

One more if thats OK

Objects in Mirror are More Painful than they Appear.
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Can you see behind the cuts on my skin?
Can you see what my body holds within?
Can you see beyond the burns on my face?
Why I live my life in such disgrace?

Do you know why I feel this way?
Experiencing nightmares during the day?
Do you care that I wanted to die?
Will you miss me; remember me, or even cry?

Or will you forget my legacy?
And decide to move on quickly.
Thought of as the normal suicide,
Not knowing all the nights I cried.

Cause of death; Self Inflicted Wound
Exiting from a life marooned.
Marking me down as another statistic,
Thinking recent actions were uncharacteristic.

Add me to your stupid list,
Let me enter my fiery bliss,
Move on with your own pathetic life,
Go home and f**k your pathetic wife.

Just know this; remember one last thought,
Life is all I wanted; love is all I sought.
Remember me or remember me not,
Please leave my graveside and let me rot.

Wow. amazing. just... keep it up. you can add more then one poem but max is 3. ~KM~

Wow everyone. really deep and moving stuff. keep it up. ~KM~